Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
God stayed busy keeping track of my driver's license, boarding pass and dramamine that I kept misplacing. He helped me steer two suitcases, loaded with books for new friends, up and down multiple escalators (which have never been my choice of movement). God helped me play like Wonder Woman and heave a suitcase up and out of the overhead storage compartment. I'm so thankful He's a great big God who cares about our little, annoying issues.
And God was all over the plane, not satisfied to tend only to this lamb. I glimpsed His smile in the sunshine pouring onto a young woman's head as she pored over her notebook and He coaxed the perfect words into her notebook. I spotted Him in the robust arms and hands of a fellow as he placed a senior lady's carry-on into the storage area, then retrieved it for her upon arrival. The Lord pulled up a seat to join a triangle of men as they chatted about hobbies (off road or street legal bikes), sports teams, the goings on at church, jobs ... And God smiled.
When you're strapped in at 36,000 feet, choices can be limited. I chose to read my book and listened to my music for most of the flight, because that's a luxury to me. But when I emerged from my private haven and really looked around and listened, I discovered the Lord hadn't tagged along with just me. Whether they knew it or not, God was there with every person on the plane.
Where do you find God? Do you find Him in the people around you? in Nature? in sensory delights?
8 The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”